The Heart Holds On

​Memories fade
as time rolls by.
Minutes to days to years,
how they fly.

Slipping through fingers
like sand on the shore.
Hands feeling empty
once more.

But, the heart holds on
forever, it seems,
to a strong sacred bond
that we visit in dreams.

The heart holds on
even as time flies by,
and it carries us home
in the blink of an eye.

Donna Z Falcone 11/24/2009